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Third Person POV. 

A boisterous cheer ripped from the mayors' mouths. A nice parcel of news had just reached them from the Facility. The Fomorrh has been produced and that was something to be celebrated. 

"At long last. We've achieved our aim!" Mr. Fell's voice tore through the clinking of glasses in Mr. Hanks' chamber.

"Ahh, you could say that, Fell. We no longer need to fear them. For they will now be killing each other." Mr. Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. 

When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. 

"Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be called his wife. 

"Aha! I wanted to suggest a new ring one of my lackeys discovered." Mr. Ford said, one of his legs crossed over the other. 

"A new female trading ring?" Mr. Grant hummed with shock, growing eager to hear the news. "Tell me about it." 

"It's called Hale. I heard they get women young enough from across Asia and Africa. Words had it the youngling females taste yummy." 

Mr. Grant reeled back, mulling over Mr. Ford's words. He hadn't tasted women from that side.  From Mr. Ford's words, those women might be yummy as described, Mr. Grant thought to himself. 

Throwing a look at Mr. Ford, he said. "Then I shall visit Hale and buy younglings there. Thanks for the insight." 

They fell back into discussing how to maim the wolves and conquer the world. Mr. Hanks talked vigorously, no longer losing his mind to deep thoughts. 

In between, they had their pleasure girls come into the room. The females were all bare. Breasts jiggling and nipples gleaming with nipple clamps as each of the girls moved close to the mayors'. 

They flashed smiles to the mayors as they got to work, unclasping the mayors' zippers and belts. The metallic zing of the zipper coming undone echoed across the room. 

Hard breaths burst from the mayors' lips as the girls in sync shoved out their cocks and stuffed them into their mouths.

Deep grunts of pleasure whispered across the room. Mr. Hanks had his hand buried in his girl's hair, pulling so hard her scalp burned. 

He loved the sound of her wince. He loved the flash of pain on her face. It hardened his cock, tightened his balls. 

She sucked him so hard, slapping her tongue over his crown that teared up with precum. 

When she struggled against his hold, the man raked his hand across her neck until he rested it on her breast. 

He clenched hard. So hard the girl moaned. 

Her cries of pleasure ravaged the rest of the mayors and in desperate hunger for a musky yummy of goodness, Mr. Ford pulled his girl up, turning her around until her ass faced him. 

"Bend," He ordered and stroke her ass. The sound ripped across the room. When she bent to her knees and her pussy bared, the clit clamps gleamed in the mayor's face. 

He pulled at the metal, loving its quiet jangling sound. Then he tilted close and pushed his tongue into her wet slit. Her tortured moan whipped across the room. She held her breast and began bouncing her ass over his face. 

The watery hole of goodness had the mayor grunting. 

The fuck fest continued, cloaking the room with the thick scent of musk. However, the knock on the door halted the activity a little. 

Mr. Hanks raised his face to the door and growled through clenched teeth. 

"Who is it?" 

"It's me, mayor," Zeus's voice vibrated across the room. The mayors sucked in a breath. As the others resumed their fest, Mr. Hanks allowed Zeus an entry. 

Zeus, always aloof, stepped into the scene and announced. 

"I'm sorry, mayor, but a woman by name of Ivy has come to see you." 

"Ivy?" Mr. Hanks rasped as his pleasure girl deep-throated his balls. "Who the hell is she?" 

"I have no idea. She said she has some information for you." 

Information? The mayor thought to himself. Curiosity bloomed inside him about this strange woman with some sort of information. 

"Let her in," He ventured. 

A few seconds later, Ivy walked into the chamber. She never flinched at the scene.  Orgies were her food. 

The mayors dismissed the females and turned a hard glare at Ivy. 

"Who are you, Ivy?" Mr. Hanks throated out, his eyes weighing Ivy. She looked young and chic, yet there was some sort of danger lurking around her, the mayor thought. 

"No need to know me, mayor," Ivy boomed, making the mayors stare at each other in shock. 

"And why is that...?" Mr. Fell tried to speak but Ivy's words cut him short. 

"What you should be concerned about is the information I came with..." 

"Which is?" 

"About the werewolves. They live under your noses as I speak." 

Horror splattered across the mayors' 

faces as they glanced at one another and then back at Ivy.

"What?" Mr. Hanks barked and emerged to his feet. "You must be spilling bullshit! No werewolves live under my roof!" 

"Is that so, mayor?" She tsked at the mayors wide eyes. "If you so believe that, then could you explain this?" 

She strutted to where Mr. Hanks was and placed the flash drive on his desk. 

The mayor glared hard at her and then swallowed. He called Zeus in and ordered him to check the flash. 

Putting up a computer, Zeus inserted the flash drive and played the file in it. The mayors eagerly sat around the desk and fixed their eyes on the screen. 

Their faces reddened with shock at the video of Rain shifting into her lycan form. The instant she fully transformed in the video, the mayors all traded a bewildered look. 

"She is...like her mother." Mr. Hanks shrieked, his hands white-knuckling the armrest. "She isn't just a werewolf. She is a lycan. The most ancient of them all."

"How was she able to hide such truth from us after all we did to trigger her lycan?" Mr. Ford spluttered, more to him than the others. 

However, Ivy gave him a response that shook them all. 

"Because she had her father and..." A pause and then a wicked smile adorned her face before she mentioned the other person. "Logan Pierce." 

"Her father?" 

"Logan Pierce?" 

The mayors all echoed, blasting Ivy with a bewildered look. 

"Are you saying..." Mr. Fell tried to speak but Ivy responded knowing what he wanted to say. 

"Yes, Logan Pierce is a werewolf alpha. And Tiago Wilfred is Rain's biological father." 

Hurt and betrayal flashed across mayor Hanks's face. 

Tiago was Rain's father? His own personal assistant was Rain's father and he never knew? 

And that...goddamn professor!? He roared inside him, gritting his teeth. 

How had he been so stupid enough to allow these people close to him? 

People he hated the most. 

No wonder that goddam professor had always wanted to get into the council. 

Was he aware his father was their prisoner? 

"That boy..." Mr. Ford broke the pregnant silence that swept between them. "He must have known our secrets by now..."

"Fuck. I'm sure he does." Mr. Hanks concurred, breaking out into a nervous sweat. He rose to his feet, heart thudding with fear and rage. The others emerged on their feet too, looking to Mr. Hanks for the way forward. 

"What do you say?" The others asked him, their nerves pulsing heatedly. 

"To the safe house. We must run before he comes..." 

"Which of the safe houses?" Mr. Ford pressed. 

Ivy watched them in silence, knowing they had forgotten about her now they were roped with fear. 

Satisfied she had accomplished her goal, she set to leave when Mr. Hanks worded to the other mayors. 

"To Africa, Seychelles." 

The word slipped into Ivy's ears as she exited the room. Just before she shut the door, Mr. Grant boomed. 

"Then we must take her with us. We must fortify ourselves with the ritual,"

At that, they slipped into action, calling on Sinai to bring the alpha wolf in the dungeon out and knock him unconscious. 

Mr. Hanks ordered Zeus to put Tiago under house arrest. Later he'd figure out the best punishment for the traitor. 

Calling on the rest of their men, they ordered. 

"Get Rain from school. She'll board the jet with us to Seychelles." 

At that, they all kicked into action. Just before they exited the manor with alpha Yazi unconscious, Mr. Hanks heard the sound of a gunshot and Tiago's wail followed by a thud. 

TBC.